I am not pent up. [ maybe he actually is but he'll die on this hill like the stubborn asshole he is. tearing into the crust of the too-fancy pizza he'd bought with a tinge of irritation on his face.
he can't exactly how dante's feeling, the jealousy that boils over in his chest over a faceless, nameless woman that vergil, even now can't put a name to--doesn't even remember even having a connection with. in this life he'd never shown interest in anyone either. and now in a city far from home, his only connection was Dante. it's been... oddly good living with him. he's going to glance up at the other with a huff of a sigh. ]

I have been thinking of taking up a martial skill.
I've been told it is a good idea to defend myself, in this city.
And with no actual abilities other than 'make things float' and 'make someone's ears bleed if I shout too loudly', I am one bad encounter away from a fatal injury in this cursed place.